30 December 2012

SARONNO, Italy –It wasn’t my intent to revisit the
issue of gun control as we head into 2013, but the recent massacre in Newtown,
Connecticut is far too tragic to pass without comment. As I wrote back in July in a post on gun control in Italy, http://thisitalianlife.blogspot.it/2012/07/life-gun-control-italian-style.html my heart weeps for the
victims, their families and the shooter as well, for he’s a victim too, a
victim of his own sick mind aided and abetted by gun laws unlike any found in other
civilized societies.

Have You Ever Seen Anything So Sad?

You would think that the shooting of 6 and 7 year olds would
make our lawmakers stop and seriously consider the consequences of their
actions as they stubbornly defend American gun laws. But it is quite the
contrary. After the Newtown incident State Senator Lee Bright (R-Spartanburg)
introduced a bill that would allow students as young as first grade to carry
handguns at school.

I
don’t get it. Anyone who can sit and watch the aftermath of the senseless
killing of 6 and 7 year olds and not realize that more stringent gun laws are desperately
needed in America must have a heart of stone and a brain to match.

And it’s not just the kids and teachers in Newtown. Let
us not forget the two firemen who were gunned down by the guy who set fire to
his house in order to lure the first responders into his trap and then hid
behind a bush with a semi-automatic rifle and shot them when they arrived to do
their very dangerous job on his behalf. Or any of the dozens of other shooting
tragedies that take place on the streets of America every single day.

How can we live with such anxiety? Such uncertainty?
Why must we send our children off to school with our hearts in our mouths, or
go to a movie with a sense of dread? Why is this allowed? Whose freedom is really being compromised,
and why? Will public safety and security become so rare that soon the only
place you will see it is in a Disney movie? You have to wonder just what it is
going to take for people to write to their representatives and say enough is
enough. Are they waiting until it happens to someone in their own family?

While it may be a constitutional right of Americans to
bear arms, where are our rights to move freely within a society without fear of
another mentally deranged person popping up from behind a tree as happened in
the killing of two first responders to a massive fire, or through the door of a
movie theater, or someone forcing their way into another elementary school wielding
an automatic weapon and letting loose?

Italy is a country that knows war first hand, its scars
are still visible, the orphans the last war left behind are still alive. I used
to tell people that in Italy you can’t even own bullets let alone a gun, but
that isn’t exactly true. In this duly elected democratic country of Italy guns
and bullets are not totally outlawed, but they are strictly controlled. The
Italian Constitution does not recognize a citizen’s right to keep and bear
arms.

Instead there are strict rules about who can own a gun
and for what purpose. Private ownership of military style weapons (e.g.
semi-automatic guns) is strictly forbidden and military ammunition is also
forbidden. Guns are also limited to a certain capacity (e.g. maximum 15 rounds
in handguns), and there are also restrictions on the total amount of ammunition
which can be owned and how and where guns must be stored (e.g. in a locked
cabinet).

To obtain a gun license applicants must be 18 or older,
prove they can handle and use a firearm safely (new gun owners are required to attend
a firearms course at a registered
shooting range and earn a certificate of completion), certify that they have a
clean criminal record (which is verified by the Police) and must not be
mentally ill or be a known abuser of, or addicted to, alcohol or illegal drugs.

I know I’ve said this before, but it is still true. I realize I’m just another blogger in an ocean
of bloggers who is truly horrified by these tragedies. And it’s not just the
recent incidents that horrify me, it’s all the drive-bys and gang war shoot
outs and the mentally maladjusted who think they can lean out of their second
story windows with a loaded rifle and use the neighborhood kids for target
practice – as actually happened on a street I lived on once. I’m just a person
trying to understand why such horrible things are still allowed to happen to
innocent people. The reasonable control of firearms is not a loss of personal
freedom as touted by the National Rifle Association, but the contrary.

As we mourn the victims of America’s most recent
tragedy, let us remember past victims as well.

27 December 2012

SARONNO,
Italy - In Italy it’s hard to tell who looks forward to the holidays more, the
kids or their grandparents. For different reasons of course.Maybe the grandparents aren’t quite as
enthusiastic as the kids are about what Babbo Natale is going to bring,
probably because they know that Babbo Natale is the new guy in town and it’s
really La Befana who fills those empty stockings.

Lazio, The Longest Christmas Stocking in the World

The grandparents also know that back in the day, before electronic
gadgets and video games, the real Christmas treats were the dolce, the sweet
cakes and pastries and goodies that made the holiday special. I remember my
father waxing poetically about the orange he found in his Christmas stocking
the year before the family emigrated to America, his joy at finding that
special treat lasted his lifetime. Who knows how far and how long that orange
had traveled before reaching that hilltop village of Piansano in northern
Lazio.

It’s the
time of year when the gifts, now shiny and new, will soon be forgotten, but the
memory of those sweets will stay with us forever. In every town, big and small,
from the mountains of Trentino Alto Adige to sunny Sicily, you will find local Christmas
specialties that bring a smile and a nod, and a warm remembrance of Christmases
past. Here are a few of them.

Zelten

Starting in
the northern region of Trentino Alto Adige you’ll find zelten, a dried fruit
and candied fruit cake that gets its name from the German word selten, (rarely),
which gives you an idea of how special it is. From Milan we get panettone,
probably the most popular Chistmas cake in Italy today. A close second in
popularity is pandoro, a specialty of Verona. It’s a tall yellow Christmas cake
with the texture of pound cake.

Torrone

As far back
as the 15th century the bakers of Cremona, in Lombardy, were busy
making torrone, a nougat candy made of honey, sugar, egg whites and hazelnuts.
Torrone is actually older than that though, as it was listed as being served at
a banquet in Milan hosted by Duke Gian Galeazzo Visconti in 1395. You find
torrone all through Italy these days. In some regions they make it with
hazelnuts, in others they use pistachios or almonds, it all depends on what is
available locally.

Panforte

In Siena
you’ll find panforte,an ancient sweet
bread of raisins, nuts, white pepper and candied fruit. It’s called panforte –
strong bread – because the dough is very stiff and difficult to work with.
Siena is also known for ricciarelli, almond shaped cookies that are
traditionally served on the feast day of the Annunciation, although they make
them for Christmas as well.

Pandolce

In Genoa
you’ll find pandolce, a dome shaped fruit
cake similar to panettone, but more dense. It is made with pine nuts, fruits and spices, most
of which came through the port of Genoa before making the journey to waiting pastry
chefs throughout Italy. Pandolce also contains Zibibbo, a local wine which
gives the cake a slightly different flavor than other similar breads. Traditionally,
the first cut is made by the youngest member of the family.

Panpepato

Panpepato,
or pepper bread, is a specialty that comes down to us from the cloistered nuns
of Ferrara, who developed the recipe sometime around the 15th
century. On the Mediterranean side of Italy, in Lucania, it isn’t Christmas
until the trays of cuscinetti,small, fried
pillows filled with chocolate or a sweetened chickpea cream are in the shop
windows.

Heading
south to Abruzzo you’ll find parrozzo, a dome shaped almond cake covered with chocolate
icing. It gets its name from pan rozzo, or rough cake. At Christmas, the most
famous creation in Naples is struffoli, a confectionary wonder of tiny balls of
fried pastry dough covered in honey and sprinkled with tiny colored confetti
called ‘diavolilli’.

Neapolitan Strufoli

In Puglia
you start to see the Arab influence on the cuisine of the south starting with
the heavy use of almonds and almond paste. Puglia’s mandorlaccioa almond and honey cake dates back to
pre-Roman times. It fell out of favor a few years ago but a few years ago it
was brought back by a local baker, and now it has won several major awards.
Mandorlaccio is now considered an important product typical of Puglia.

Mandorlaccio

Another
typical Pugliese treat are those crispy fried delights known as carteddate or
cartellate. They are probably the oldest pastry around, having been found
depicted in cave paintings from the sixth century BC. They were linked to the
pagan cult of Demeter, the Roman goddess of the earth. The name comes from the
Greek word for basket as pastry strips are cut and tied to form a type of
basket and fried and then basted with vincotto. Vincotto is a southern
specialty wine made from the must of the grapes and flavored with cinnamon,
dried orange peel, cloves, grated lemon rind and bay leaves.

Carteddate

Like many
Italian pastries, the origin of Sicily’s buccellato is unclear. What is certain
is that the Sicilian version of buccellato is a cornucopia of the island’s
bounty, a combination of figs, raisins,
dates, nuts (usually almonds) and candied citrus like fruits. The filling is
wrapped in a large round pastry shell or made into small pastry wrapped
cookies.

Buccellato

There was a
time when the richness of the buccellato represented good fortune and
prosperity, and it was used to celebrate special family occasions such as
baptisms and weddings. Today buccellato is most often seen at Christmas, but
unlike its northern neighbors who crank out their Christmas panettone by the
thousands, buccellato is still made by hand, one at a time, and that’s nice,
don’t you think? Happy holidays.

23 December 2012

SARONNO,
Italy - There are times when I am overwhelmed by where I am. There are times
when I am rushing through the alleys and back streets of one small Italian town
or another and I find myself suddenly caught up in an illuminated pinpoint of
time that grabs my imagination. My mind flashes back a thousand years and I can
see other women rushing down the very same street in a hurry to get to wherever they
are going, just like me.

Lerici

The
sense of past is very strong here, even in my apartment. Sitting where I am
sitting at this moment is like sitting in a crowded room. And now that my plans
to move back to the Riviera are finally finalized, that feeling is only going
to get stronger as I go back to an area so rich in history that at times it
even overwhelms and confounds the most celebrated historians.

I
fell in love with Liguria many years ago, a good ten years before I moved to
Italy, and it was all because of a chance encounter with the town of Lerici. I
don’t even remember why I was in Italy, if it was for work or if it was a
vacation, all I know is my at-the-time significant other and I decided to spend
a few days at the seaside and somehow Lerici is where we landed.

Lerici

Lerici
is just a snippet of a place, part of the Italian Riviera and a stone’s throw
from the Cinque Terre and Portovenere. The town is so old even historians don’t
know when it was founded. They do know that at one time it was called
‘portus Eliycis,’ a name that may have come from the Greek ‘Iliakos’ (of
Ilium, Trojan), leading some to believe that Lerici was founded by a group of
refugees fleeing the Trojan war.

But
what happened in Lerici, what made me decide at thatmoment
in time to definitely move to Italy instead of just thinking about it, more precisely to move to the Riviera, is still a
mystery even to me. I cannot, however, deny the attraction I had, and still
have, not just for Lerici, but for the entire region.

Port of Lerici

I
would never say moving to Italy was easy, not the decision nor the execution,
but there was an irresistible force that Lerici triggered and there was no
turning back. So now I can once again thank Lerici for the next phase of my
life as I return to Liguria and the Italian Riviera. My destination is
Chiavari, a gorgeous little city on the sea, my estimated time of arrival is
mid-January.

Is
my new apartment perfect? No. Is my building an historic landmark? No, most
definitely not. But it doesn’t matter, not at this point. What does
matter, at least to me, is following my heart and knowing that at the end of my
life I will have no regrets.

So
on this Sunday before Christmas I thank all of you who follow this blog, your
support is very much appreciated as are your comments and suggestions, and I
wish you all the courage in the world to follow your own hearts, and while you
are at it, have the very best holiday season ever. Buon Natale.

About Me

Hi,my name is Phyllis Macchioni and I’m a free lance writer.
My articles have been published in the Washington Post, the Toronto Globe and Mail, the Chicago Tribune, the Cleveland Plain Dealer, the Pittsburgh Gazzette, Women's Wear Daily and other Conde Nast publications. My articles have been translated into Italian and Arabic.